Beast
How can we work if we keep arguing
Seems small things rupture as hell
Why don't I just ring a bell
For I can be the bell boy
Running here and there, to please the Beast
Yet I get the yell of a thousand cries
Oh this Beast, nothing satisfies you
I bring you fine diamonds
Shimmering silver
Lushing gold
To see all in a pile before you
You're such a child to some things
A bigger Beast you are, with no lust
I do adore yet disgust
Oh Beast, what can I do?
You use to be so simple
As dissecting a honey-bee
Beast, find what you seek
By that near by creek
Which lies besides the glamorous pile
Your eyes dead and hollow
I should refuse your calls
Beast, you're the fault
Digging your claws into me
Dragging me in your own abyss
With this last remark
I leave your path
Farewell, Beast
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